[Mr. Doctor] Chorus x2:
This shit is on
I got love for the blocc
Let ‘em know for the blocc nigga yeah
This shit is on
I got love for the blocc
Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah
[Mr. Doctor]
Crossed the Crypts out of Burbank high
Late night, nigga felt nice
Came in through the hole in the fence
Threw up the mighty 9
Bloccstyle
Homies had to spot some dumb mutha fuckas
Rollin` wit the G-B-C down ass fuck
All the O-G`s showed us what`s up
Every real nigga from 29th street
Kicked up a gang of dust
True, this is why we dedicate the rhyme
To the niggas from the G-B-C, rollin` wit deuce nine
What`s the wild straight deucin`?
And why the sets in the city of Sac
Ain`t got no truces
How it hurt when the homie Chocalote moved on
How it hurt the homie Q-Ball was gone
Nigga this is how we livin`
And ain`t nobody gave a fuck
Why you niggas bullshittin`
Rival killa, murder his ass
In his faggot ass set
Wit his bitch made niggas
At the hamburger stand
Niggas don`t understand
How the fuck a bitch gonna see out on the spot
Wit no love for the blocc
This is how it`s done nigga
I got love for the blocc
Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah
[Chorus] x 2
[Brotha Lynch]
24 in the mornin` and I`m high as fuck
Had the jack-off motion
12 gauge in my trunk
Plus that bomb ass chronic from the Garden Blocc
And that mutha fucka Doc had a glock
So I was coo
Coo like the brew I see sippin` on
Get yo gut rippin` on
Wit yo what
Wit yo millimeter chrome
See the only thing I see doin` is
Gettin` high in the sky
And I like to ruin kids
Wit my 9 millimeter
Strap up, seat up
Fuck wit the Garden Blocc
And get yo busta ass beat up
See what you do is like fill me on some shit
And I`m a stay high, way high
Just in case my dome split, home sicc
For the mutha fuckin` season, of the sicc
Cuz you know how others get
When I get to spittin` shit
Isn`t it a mutha fuckin` shame
Niggas wanna kill me
But still we became, indo`d out
And ain`t no mutha fuckin` doubt
Me setripin` niggas apart
Like a ear blow fatality
Yeah, this is how it`s done nigga
I got love for the blocc
Four times for the blocc nigga yeah
[Chorus] x 2
[Mr. Doctor]
St. Ides brew, a joint to the face
Seven niggas deep
Miller Park was the place
Mackin` to a ho, spittin` my shit
Kept my fingers round a gat
To protect my click from punk shit
Nigga check
Eleven o`clock, the park`s hot
I`m watchin` out for niggas wit a gat for the Doc
You know, a mutha fuckin` gangsta scene
Wit real niggas that bang
They real niggas on they own team
Straight killas, down for they shit
I seen the Creek, the East,
The Heights, the Park, the View shit!
The rivals is mutha fuckin` deep
Stay wit the set locs
Damn, we only seven G`s [?]
Niggas we got the straps and ugh
Plus we ain`t sleepin` so what
Mutha fuckas watch yo backs
Chill though, spit to the hoes, killed the folks
And watch out for the ricochet gross yeah
Cuz that`s life in the city, cross the South Sac
Garden Blocc, deuce nine, much love, no pity
This is how it`s done nigga
I got love for the blocc
Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah
[Chorus] x 2
